Pandaren Professor at Hogwarts

The campus hospital was very quiet in the middle of the night. The only patient inside, Harry Potter, was lying on a bed inside, wrapped in bandages, like a rice dumpling, with one person and one bear on both sides of the bed.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so tragic!" Lan Feng sighed, "What was the situation at that time? Why was it bombed like this."

Dumbledore pointed the Elder Wand at his temple, and a stream of silver-white liquid flowed out of his brain and was put into a crystal bottle.

Lan Feng knew that this was a memory of Dumbledore, and reached out to take it, but Dumbledore retracted his hand and said, "Treat Harry first. I know you have a way."

He curled his lips angrily, and then took out a scroll from the gem with some pain, and reluctantly handed it into Dumbledore's hand. "This is a holy healing scroll. The injuries on it will recover soon, but after being hit by a bomb, Whether the brain was damaged or not will be diagnosed later."

Dumbledore took the scroll and handed the crystal bottle to Lanfeng's hand. "Go to my office, pour the memory into the pensieve, and then stick your head in."

This memory is Dumbledore's No. 1 perspective. He was hiding in the corner of the last room, watching everything.

At the beginning of the memory, Harry walked out of the black flame door and saw Quirrell facing the Mirror of Erised. He was disturbed by the voice behind him and turned around.

"You!" Harry looked at Quirrell in shock, breathless.

Quirrell smiled, his face no longer twitching at all now. "It's me," he said calmly. "I was just wondering if I would meet you here, Potter."

"But I thought Snape"

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed.This laugh was not his usual high-pitched trill, but a chilling sneer. "Yeah, Snape doesn't really look like a nice guy, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which is really helpful to us. With him out there, who would doubt that- - But - where is the poor, stammering Professor Quirrell?"

Harry couldn't believe this.It can't be true, it can't be.

"But Snape tried to kill me!"

"No, no, no, I was the one who tried to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed to hex Snape and accidentally knocked me down. She destroyed My stare at you, in fact, just a few more seconds, I will throw you off the broomstick. If Snape hadn't been chanting a counter-curse, trying to save your life, I would have thrown you You fell to your death."

"Snape trying to save me?"

"Of course it is," Quirrell said coldly, "Why do you think he wanted to referee your second match? He wanted to make sure I didn't hurt you again. It's ridiculous... In fact, he didn't need to bother. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore around. The other teachers thought Snape was trying to prevent Gryffindor from winning, and he did make himself very unpopular...but it was all a waste of time, No matter what, I will kill you tonight."

Quirrell snapped his fingers.Soon enough, a few ropes jumped out of thin air and tied Harry tightly, and his wand rolled to the side.

"You're too nosy to let you live, Potter. You were walking around the school on Halloween, and I knew at the time that you saw me checking the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Did you let that troll in?"

"Of course it is. I have a special way of dealing with trolls - you must have seen how I taught that guy in the room over there? Unfortunately, when everyone was scurrying around looking for the trolls, At that time, Snape, who had already become suspicious of me, rushed directly to the fourth floor and tried to stop me - not only did my troll not kill you, but even the big three-headed dog didn't kill Snape's legs. Bite off.

"Okay, just wait, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, tapping his hand along the surrounding frame. "Only Dumbledore can come up with such a thing... But he is in London at the moment... By the time he comes back, I will have left long ago..."

So much to talk!This is Lanfeng's evaluation of Quirrell. During this period, Quirrell had countless ways to kill Harry, but he kept talking endlessly, while Harry was making sneaky little moves. With his body tied up and his wand out of hand, he slowly He slowly moved his body and leaned against the edge of the steps. He relied on the edges of the steps and slowly rubbed the hemp rope tied to his body while raising topics to distract Quirrell.

Such as

"I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest"

"But why does Snape always seem to hate me so much?"

"Honest Man" Quirrell answered them all, unaware that Harry had begun to slowly break free from his restraints.

Most of the rope was broken. Harry stretched his arms hard and the rope broke. He rolled around and tried to catch the wand that flew to the side, but he heard Quirrell let out a low and hoarse voice: "Grab it." Him! Catch him!"

Harry stepped up his movements, but it was not as fast as Quirrell's spell. The wand was knocked far away, and then Quirrell pointed the wand at Harry again.

However, Harry did not sit still and used the "tactical roll" technique taught in Lanfeng's class. While avoiding the curse, he came to Quirrell's side, just like he pounced on the troll on Halloween, he rolled from the side and behind. Pounced on Quirrell.

Quirrell turned his wand to aim at Harry, but Harry hit his ribs with his elbow. The pain made him tremble and he half-knelt down.

Harry grabbed his wand hard, because he knew that Quirrell, who was bare-handed, might not be his opponent who had received physical training.

Quirrell also began to resist. His left elbow, which was not holding the wand, was pressed against Harry's neck to prevent Harry from interfering with his right hand holding the wand. The difference in size meant that Harry could only tug on the sleeve of Quirrell's right hand to prevent him from changing. The orientation of the wand.

Harry, who was holding his neck, had difficulty breathing. He loosened the hand holding his sleeve and clenched his fist into Quirrell's face. His intention was just to cause some damage to him and make him release his elbow to save himself. He was able to breathe smoothly, but unexpectedly, the punch was surprisingly effective and had a burning effect. The right side of Quirrell's face was hit, leaving a bloody blood mark, burnt skin and blisters.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Quirrell screamed and tried desperately to shake Harry off, while Harry held on to Quirrell's robes and arms and refused to let go, but Harry suddenly let out a scream, let go of Quirrell with both hands, and fell backwards. His left hand was covering the scar on his forehead, and his right hand was grabbing randomly, and unexpectedly caught the scarf on Quirrell's head. The scarf was pulled off, and Harry also fell over.

Enduring a severe headache, Harry opened his eyes to check on Quirrell, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face. Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face.The face was as white as chalk, with glowing red eyes and two nostrils as slender as snakes.

Harry wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, but no sound came out.He wanted to step back, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

"Harry Potter..." the ugly face whispered, "look what I have become! Only shadow and vapor are left... I can only have what I have when I share a body with others. form... but there are always those who are willing to let me into their hearts and minds... Over the past few weeks, the blood of the unicorn has restored some of my strength... That day you saw Quirrell in the forest for me Drink blood... Once I get the elixir, I'll be able to recreate a body of my own... Well... why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

Is the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's pocket?Lan Feng didn't notice it at all. If he looked carefully, he could see that both Harry's left and right pockets were bulging.

Harry subconsciously reached out and touched the left pocket, then glanced at the right side, seeming to have made up his mind.

Quirrell covered his disfigured face in front and stood up, so that Voldemort's face behind him could face Harry, "Don't be stupid." The face said viciously, "It's best to save your own life and come to me. ...Otherwise you will end up like your parents... They begged me for mercy before they died..."

Harry suppressed his headache, put on a dull expression, reached out and took out the ball-like object from his right pocket, held it in his hand, got up mechanically, and walked forward slowly. Lan Feng saw clearly, It was the Holy Light Bomb he gave Harry for self-defense, but Voldemort didn't know it because the bomb was very similar in size to the one in Magic History.

"That's it, Harry, give me the Philosopher's Stone and it will save you a lot of pain."

Harry took a few steps, suddenly exerted his strength, and rushed towards Quirrell. Quirrell, who had his back to Harry, had no time to dodge and was hugged tightly by Harry. Black smoke emitted from the part where their skins were in contact.

Harry's face and Voldemort's face were almost close to each other. Harry's expression was a little crazy at this time. "Then let's die together!" The hands that surrounded Quirrell squeezed the Holy Light Bomb hard, but under normal circumstances The golden light did not appear, and the bomb began to emit black smoke, accompanied by sparks.

Voldemort sensed danger and shouted "No!"

The bomb detonated close to Quirrell's chest. The fierce flames instantly swallowed the two of them, and the terrifying shock wave instantly shattered the walls and the ground. Dumbledore had no time to react, and could only use water to hold them together. Harry and Quirrell wrapped up to slow down the damage from the explosion.

Both of them were in poor condition. The front of Quirrell's body was blown to bits, and his clothes were burned away. The back of his body came into close contact with Harry, and large areas of flesh and blood were burned into charcoal. I can't live anymore.

Harry's arms were the most seriously injured, and his body also had varying degrees of burns and shock injuries, but because there was Quirrell between his body and the bomb, he still managed to breathe.

Dumbledore's appearance was obviously something Voldemort had not expected. He immediately left Quirrell's broken body in his soul state and rushed to the window desperately.

The runes on the walls and windows had been destroyed by the impact, so Voldemort escaped easily.

Dumbledore was about to give chase, but saw Harry fall down softly. He quickly took him into his arms, then apparated to the school hospital.

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